The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1887-05-01
MATTERS AND THINGS.

| Written for the India polls Journal.
/ Doubtless God could have made louder gel
Ter than the strawberry vender; but doubtless
God never did.
But turn out of the way little good scholar,
toward yonder high honeysuckle hedges there
we'll sit and sing, whilst this shower falls so
/ gently upon the teeming earth. and gives yet
sweeter smell to the lovely flowers that adorn
/ these verdant meadows"
a Boston rushes violently into print to
ask IAN explanation of the motive which induces
| lovely woman to button her gloves in a horse
car" and sarcastically wonders what tie effect
would DO if unlovely man to enter such
conveyance with unbuttoned boots and proceed
/ to button them then and there The sole and
| only WHY woman buttons her gloves
the streetcars is because the comes along
| before she gets them buttoned. If a
chooses to button his shoes the cars for the
same reason, there is law prevent him.
! Such proceeding might, at first appear singu-
lar but the riding public has wearhered many
| strange sights, and would probably survive this
one we'll Communities which harbor bar
| barians who clean their finger nails and pick
their back teeth with their little fingers in pub
! lie conveyances would not be able to haggle over
| few shoe buttons less AS the
/ rage-aorse remarked to the cart horse,
| ''Whoopy. Shoo-shoo! This here country eittin'
/ too free"
Kate Sanborn is attempting to arouse public
| sentiment against the very popular phrase
| Perfectly lovely" She says: 1T is the stock
exclamation at Smith. Wellesley and Vassar 1
| have heard it applied to a young pig to a sau-
sage to an opera, TO a corpse. [ would like to
start society for its suppression and extinction
| If fine of one penny had to be paid every time
ion dollar monument to General Grant,
| send $4,000 young women to Montana,
| put all sewing women and superfuous
women in easy circumstances, and fit out an
other arctic expedition This looks as if Miss
Sanborn were trying to undermine the very
foundations OF young American society, but she
Is probably justified somewhat. However, life
would be- staler and street-car riding fat ana
Improbable did we not Frequently overhear
such bursts of confidence as this: Have you
met Mr.. So and So2 Isn't he too loyelyf And
his father? Isn't he perfectly lovely2 And his
mother, tool Isn't she just too lovelyF Lovely.
lovely. lovely. Everything is lovely; and it
expects to put chair of literature heads sweet
sixteen shoulders. Go to, Miss Sanborn!
According to all reports, and in spite of con-
slant association with Brownngsm, Buddhism
and other profound puzzles of the age, the New
England Woman's Club must embrace in its
membership of two hundred a right jolly lot of
girls old and young. This club gives a supper
once a month. and, after the rejection, and pos
sibly under the influence of the cup which
cheers but never oamfoozles, the ladies
funny ard frolicsome At recent session of
this character. Julia Ward Howe, president of
the club, recited the first verse of poem which,
she said. might go on indefinitely if the opening
stanza received with the applause and ap-
prevail of the club. The inspired by
fall of snow, that morning. and was as follows:
Well knew
1t had
In the night
For the spade
Crunching made
At daylight
Another lady told a story concerning her do
nestle. who frequently neglected her work to in
spect Dore's Dantes Inferno" which lay on the
<,h1 r1,ao nod
of purchasing just such edition On being
Intercepted as to her grounds for such singular
preference she said: "Oh, the pictures of hell
are so beautiful"
Apropos of this club it is said that the older
members admit that it is the younger element
that keeps them going, which recalls good
story told on herself by a lady of this city. She
had been invited to become member of a club
which was considered very profound and ex-
elusive and, though gratified by the appare mt
compliment. marveled somewhat at the
which must exist However. she accepted, and
cub-rneetings with what she considered
becoming modesty and reticence After
time. during which she had labored
to look appropriately intelligent and receptive
she was approached by older member of the
club with an inquiry to her silence, and a
suggestion that she should talk freely
thereafter insnuation being frankly made
that she had been asked to join the club because
the older members felt that they were getting
into q rut, ana wished a younger, freSher and
ignorant mind among them-one that
would ask questions and create discussions.
The new member promptly grasped the situa
ton, and responded that if she were to act as
whetstonen chief to SO large body of dulled
Intellects. she would expect corresponding
salary. Thereupon conversation tagged, and
the club knew that new member no more for
ever.
The art-talks which have accompanied this
years exhibit, have been very enjoyable add
ton to the pictures. DR.. Hyde, however, flies in
the face of a world of ok-lovers to say moth
ing of the Indiana Authors Association, when
he pronounces painting superior to and longer
lived than literature. Books are for the many.
pictures for the few. One man only NAV own
the original of fine painting, but thousands
a grand story OR thrilling poem.
Says David Swing, on this subject:
ITO measure the fine arts must ask which
can best express the most thoughts and feel
ings. and the greatest thoughts and feelings
The answer will determine upon what forehead
the laurels must be placed. Literature
press all the sentiments and thoughts of man.
Painting. sculpture, music is only a win
dow through which some few beams of light
pour in upon the imprisoned mind, by which
the imprisoned mind looks out; but literature is
the removal of all the walls that confine"
1t is with regret that the picture-over must
contemplate the dlsmantling of this art exhibit
and the return to their respective owners of
many beautiful paintings. Without undue greed,
it is devoutly to be wished that the association
might find its purse plethoric that it could
tain goodly number of the oil paintings, and
whole handful of Rehns lovely water colors.
However, Indianapolis is to have creditable art
gallery some day. 1t is to be forecasted in the
energy and industry of the association. and the
nucleus already visible in the few paintings
which, by infinite toll and strife. have already |
been purchased These yearly exhibits are act
ing the role of the Yankee peddlers clock in cre-
public taste whose after qualification will
grow into a necessity.
The Sentinel art critic need not have become
unnecessarily agitated concerning the nude |
art department. of this exhibit. The pictures
shown of this class not sufficiently beautiful
to be very demorallzing The one called Mar
guerites" represents a young girl seated OF |
pale green bank. with a wreath of daisies in her